Assassin

Assassin - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Hide and Kill

Alice’s P.O.V.

My black Katana tapped and scrapped across the cold tiled floor of the fifth floor. The fat man should’ve run off towards his office, it should be around here somewhere. I aimlessly walked around, passing one office to another. In each office there were stacks of paper filed in one corner and a computer sat in another. I started whistling a random tune to fill the silence.

“Come out, come out where ever you are.” I said in a sing-song voice.

I saw something move from my left, it was a white-grey blur. I grinned mischievously as I realised what – rather who it was. I continued to whistle and advanced to the area of where I had seen the blur. It was an office that was sealed off with transparent glass walls and a door. I chuckled to myself; this guy was stupid to hide in someplace transparent.

I quietly opened the glass door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

“Hello Mr Hawk.” I greeted, licking my lips.

I could literally taste the fear radiating off from him. I could tell that he was hiding behind the table; nothing else in here would’ve been able to hide his entire big frame.

“I know you’re hiding behind that table.” I paused, waiting for his response but it never came. Huh, he thinks that I wouldn’t notice him there if he was quiet. Then an idea popped into my head, a fun idea – well for me at least.

“I’ll tell you what, let’s play hide and kill. You hide, and I’ll count. And, if I find you, I kill you. But if you manage to stay hidden until midnight, I’ll let you free. You have only one hour to endure. Got it?” I paused again.

“Y-yes.” He stuttered and I chuckled, enjoying his fear.

“You have ten seconds to run. The game starts when my blade touches the ground.” I grinned evilly then jumped onto the table. At the same second I crouched low and stabbed my sword downwards. The fatty moved away just in time, barely escaping it, so that my sword only connected with the hard surface of the floor. Damn!

“Ten!” I whispered.

With the corner of my eye I saw him stumble onto the book shelves by my right then move behind me to exit the glass cage. This was going to be fun and easy, I thought laughing to myself.

I walked out and continued to count loudly. “9, 8, 7...3, 2, 1!”

I skipped out on the other numbers to pressure him more, and to make the game go faster. I saw his fat frame moving into the elevators, typical for a fat blob. He turned around and repeatedly pushed a button while I slowly walked. His terrified eyes locked onto my cold amused ones as the silver doors were sliding closed.

I skipped across to the other side where the stairs were and pushed open the red door. I slid down the banisters, going lower and lower down the building, occasionally stopping at each floor to check whether the lift stopped at this floor or was carrying on descending. I started thinking that he may just be running down to the ground floor to escape me.

Eventually I saw that the elevators stopped at the second floor. This floor looked kind of like a restaurant, circle tables covered in white cloth and chairs decorated with red cloth were everywhere. Yep, this definitely was a restaurant. How ironic that an obese man would want to die some place with food. I laughed at the thought of that.

I looked around a few minutes but didn’t find him anywhere here. Weird. I mustn’t lose sight of this guy unless I want to face the wrath of White Cat A.K.A Cecilia. I spun around in a circle, scanning the area, trying to find a place where he would be hiding. That was when I noticed the kitchen doors. Bingo!

I strolled over to the doors and shoved against them, they were slightly heavy. I searched this area but saw no sign of him yet so I walked into the storage room. I sniffed the air. It smelt of potatoes, onions, seasonings, food, sweat and fear. I smiled.

“One, two, Kitty’s coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your cru-ci-fix.” I sang, slightly changing the lyrics of ‘Freddy’s coming for you’.

I walked around loudly, moving closer and closer to the big heater that was radiating fear. I found him sitting behind a potato sack, a piece of bread in his trembling hand.

“Seven, eight, gonna kill you now.” I sang, swinging my katana around so it was beside his neck. With each word, my voice became louder. His whole sweaty body stiffened when the sharp edge of my sword lightly grazed his skin.

“P-p-please d-don’t kill me. I-I have a family. T-they need m-me. I-I’ll do anything for you, j-just don’t kill me.” He stuttered, spit flying out. A sense of déjà vu washed over me.

“No, no, p-please don’t kill me…I’ll do anything…just please don’t k-kill me.” She begged, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Begging won’t help.” The cloaked man laughed shaking his head. With that he raised the hand with the knife into the air. 

Anger flooded through my veins. “Begging won’t help.” I whispered harshly, all playfulness gone. With that, my katana sliced into his flesh finishing the job.

“Nine, ten, never wake again.” I said coldly, swiping the air with my sword to flick off the blood. I sheathed it back into place then walked away like nothing happened.

I waited inside the empty pub that was called ‘dead’. That was the usual place me and White met up at. John - a boring common name – is apparently in the same organisation as White Cat. That’s why he doesn’t really question why I’m covered in blood.

“You’re late Black.” White’s stern voice rang out behind me. I turned my head around to see her walk out of the ladies room in the clean white clothing she always wears.

“I hope you weren’t toying with them again.”

“Oh, sorry, I was.” I replied.

She let out a sigh then crinkled her nose in disgust as she took my state in.

“Go change your clothes, you reek and look like filth!” she ordered.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing black school clothes that give me an innocent yet dangerous look. The only other colour there was, was the blood red ribbon and the splashes of blood on my skirt and top.

“Yes, ma’am.” I said emphasising the word ma’am. I came back, in similar clean clothing but with a long black jacket, only to find White gone again. I looked at the bartender to find an answer and he told me that she was waiting in the car.

I walked outside, and sure enough, there she was sitting in the driver’s seat, ready to go. I hopped inside and she drove off the curb.

“Tomorrow’s your birthday.” She broke the silence after awhile.

“So? I don’t care.”

“You’re turning seventeen.”

“I said I don’t care.”

“I got a surprise for you.”

“What?” Cecilia never got me a present or a surprise before except my sword.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” she said slightly annoyed.

“No, I heard. Just wanna know why now.” I replied.

“Meet me at the central park at nine p.m. tomorrow.” She said, completely ignoring my question. “Now get out of my car and rest.” She commanded.

I did as I was told and got out, heading for my front door. What could she be planning?

(A/N: That picture is Alice now when she's older.)

Here's the link to 'Freddy's Coming For You':

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TBsJKY8oAU